Weathering

Slipping

into spareness

each awakening

finding less

each morning

a subtraction

still enough

still enough

we had so much.

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Small Universe

Sunup to sundown

feet on the ground

grateful to be

going nowhere

at home

in the everywhere.

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Post Drama

Peace on the fields

flattened by snow

hard enough now to walk on

Peace in the trees

empty of leaves and full of sky

where the wind slips past

Peace in the mind

listening for answers in the old woods

listening for answers in the older poets

Finding them closer than thought.

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No Symbol

At night, toward dawn, all the lights of the shore have died,

And the wind moves. Moves in the dark

The sleeping power of the ocean, no more beastlike than manlike,

Not to be compared; itself and itself.

–Robinson Jeffers

Works

High tide

leaves something

of itself behind,

proof that

it was there.

Tradesmen

and artists too.



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Wing

Turning soon

to press against

the air

poetic transformation

of reality

you may cry out

but there will be no talking

intellect

in the world of going

some things seem important

not to know.

Standard Time Abstract

Look how we stand

and stare at the sea

alone with our minds

in the high definition

of late afternoon

more about leaving than being.

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My Nature

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The sea moves

under the skin of night

secrets move

deep in the blood of the sea

the blood in my heart is the sea

my secrets the wrapping of night.

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Imagists

Yes

it is enough,

astonishment

at the mineral fact of the world.

–with a line by G. Oppen

Walking the Beach in Quarter-Light

The dusk is charcoal and rose

with a band of midnight over the sea

that hammers the bar

with spoken insistence

temporary, tem-po-ra-ry.

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